I’m not feeling particularly proud of myself today - I’ve woken up really grumpy!
This has been coming on for a day or six but I’ve hidden it (apparently not that well) from the world by vaguely masking my irritation with everyone and everything that crosses my path.
Making sarcastic comments like ‘no no, in your own time, I’ve got all day’ when I’m wanting to just lie on the pavement and scream with exhaustion - as the person in front of me at the cash point is trying to arrange a new mortgage, change their pin and book flights simultaneously!
Dog owners, who really believe they have a child on the end of that lead, stand grinning at me while I try to explain that Ted’s not having a great day and if they insist on letting the pooch off to 'just say hello and socialise’ - pooch is in danger of getting eaten!
Like it or not Mrs F you’re just an irritable old bag
Even the dear old lady in front of me at the supermarket checkout who laughingly realised she’d left her purse at the bottom of the carrier bag she’d just taken ten minutes to pack came in for a steely stare. Despite the elderly’s confidence at ‘having their say’ she managed to find the cash and scuttle off quicker than she might have, without even a backward glance!
So what’s behind all this I’m wondering. Annoyance - at myself - for starters.
I’ve been on this earth for quite a while, and during that time I’ve done a lot, seen a lot - and tried to identify my failings and work on dealing with, and improving them.
I thought of myself as approachable, understanding and - here’s the laugh - tolerant. Not superwoman (although pretty bloody close as I keep telling my kids) but older and wiser.
So imagine my frustration at just being grumpy - for no real reason!
Wonderful new grandbabies. Children (who at the moment might prefer I emigrate) that live minutes away and are unendingly supportive, plus a charmingly twinkly, tolerant, partner in crime who makes me laugh... and always drives!
No; I’m just fed up - like the rest of the nation with this wretched flu bug that won’t go away. Fed up with hearing about Brexit - and fearing the loss of the fabulous people I’ve met who’s futures here now looks insecure. Fed up with the scales saying I’ve gained 3lbs - and really fed up with people telling me I should get more exercise!
Like it or not Mrs F you’re just an irritable old bag at the moment and you will get over it. The upside is that once again you’ve proven to yourself that you are simply human and theres’s a wonderful camaraderie in that for sure!
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Ted, the snow, and a pair of suspicious shoes (he didn't eat the wearer)
